During these unusual times, I seem to be thinking more and more about food. And eating more of it than is usual. Must be the incipient boredom.
Sunday evening we had leftovers. I dug around in the freezer to examine what was in all those plastic tubs. Was there anything that would be enough for two? Was there anything that both of us would fancy eating?
One of the tubs had venison casserole written on the lid so that was duly defrosted ready for supper. On opening the lid, I discovered the contents had only 4 small pieces of meat left; the rest was the thick broth. So, I opened a tin of butter beans and added that to the mix. Then I thought about perhaps cooking some potatoes to go with it, so I scrubbed two spuds and cut them into thick slices, added a tablespoon of olive oil, some mixed seeds and dried herbs and gave it all a good shake, then cooked them in the oven while the venison and bean mix was reheating.
Perhaps I overdid it.